Ben Fox
The verdant cathedral undulates overhead
Its domed ceilings reflected in still black pools
Their smooth surfaces marred only by small green sacrifices
Offerings given, unanswered by an indifferent sun.
A tribute of leafy tumbling, with no atonement
Spending their final days afloat atop the limestone coffers
Before succumbing to the dingy green-brown murk
A mausoleum to those valiantly called to make their descent
Long before the rustling chill of autumn
Culls the viridescence of the forest.
Leaving only the darkened pines to stand
Custodians of these empty, dancing halls
Home to all things green.